Stay Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

Stay

Rating: 3.1


Now the journey is ending,
the wind is losing heart.
Into your hands it's falling,
a rickety house of cards.

The cards are backed with pictures
displaying all the world.
You've stacked up all the images
and shuffled them with words.

And how profound the playing
that once again begins!
Stay, the card you're drawing
is the only world you'll win.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Tiong Chunghoo 28 July 2006

the journey is ending the head is signalling me all would soon be over see all this hair is falling as fast as my memory is fading they turn white totally white as sheets of my memory are though - soon it will be a total backout

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John Tiong Chunghoo 28 July 2006

the journey is ending the head is signalling me all would soon be over see all this hair is falling as fast as my memory is fading they turn white totally white as sheets of my memory are though - soon it will be a total backout

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Mahtab Bangalee 26 November 2019

the game of card in the world will defeat none but the self at last!

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Paresh Chakra 13 December 2018

Stay is a very beautiful poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 August 2015

To stay around with the muse of love and life; before taking another decision. Nice work.

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K.c. Ford 27 August 2015

A poem worth reading and reflecting on our own lives.

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Ramesh T A 27 August 2015

In card game the selection of card one makes decides one's chance of victory! It is true also in life the poet says indirectly in this poem perhaps, I belive!

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